There is a world of worries, fears and strange future scenarios your brain creates when becoming a mother.
Sometimes it feels like no matter how much you work through those worries and fears, they seem to linger in the back of your head, always ready to swallow you when your most vulnerable.
Maybe, if I capture them on paper, they let me be.
And remember: „when you're chewing on life's gristle
Don't grumble, give a whistle“ (Eric Idle)